꧁𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 🌸🍎꧂

Day One - Paint🎨🖌️

Under a twilight sky streaked with the last warm colors of the day, Wally and Julie were setting up their little face painting station on the patio. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of pinewood and freshly planted daisy's that they both planted together earlier in the day. The neighborhood hummed with the distant sounds of their neighbors coming back home from a day of working and fun activities.

"This is going to be so much fun," Julie had a bounce in her step as she spread out their supplies—an array of vibrant face paints, brushes of various different sizes, paper towels, face wipes, a small mirror, polaroid camera, film for said camera, and a bowl of water.

The blue-haired puppet grinned, his dark eyes sparking with mischief. "Are you ready to become a masterpiece my dear Blossom?" he teased.

"Only if you're ready to be my canvas!" she shot back, poking his side playfully. Wally chuckled, placing the chairs to face each other and helped Julie with spreading out their supplies and organizing them into stations.

They decided to start with simple designs. The blonde-haired rainbow monster dipped a fine brush into the green paint and began with delicate strokes on her partner's cheek. She was surprisingly gentle for someone known for her bouncing off the walls and playful nature. He closed his eyes, feeling the brush glide over his skin, leaving a cool, ticklish trail.

"What's it going to be Blossom?" Wally questioned, resisting the urge to peek at his significant other's handiwork. His imagination ran wild with possibilities—a butterfly (no bugs are more of Frank's style), or maybe some delicate floral designs (she does love flowers).

"It's a surprise my darling gentleman, now hush, I need to concentrate." Julie stuck out her tongue as she continues to paint his face, giddy to see his reaction to her craft. When she finally finished, Julie handed him the small mirror trying to hold back her giggles.

He opened his eyes and burst out laughing. His Blossom gave him a green beard, scar, and attempted to draw an eyepatch on him. "You made me into a pirate my love."

"Aarghhhh Captain Darling, the ship is sinking!" She cries out and pretended to fall out of her chair, bursting into fits of giggles. He just shook his head and smiles from her silliness. "Alright Quartermaster Joyful, it's your turn." He pats the seat and then got his brush ready, dipping it into a lovely shade of burgundy paint. The blonde got up quickly and sat down, closing her eyes in anticipation and curiosity of what he will paint on her face (since he is the artist between the two of them).

He started on her forehead; the paint was cool against her warm pink felt skin. Wally's strokes were confident and sure, a reflection of his artistic flair. Watching Julie relaxed into his touch as he cupped her cheek with his hand to get a better angle. Her features softened by the trust she has in him; it made his heart swell with love and warmth for his beautiful Blossom.

Occasionally, he would stroke her cheek as he continues painting on her face. Minutes later, he leans back to admire his work, "You can look now Jules."

The rainbow monster opened her eyes and took the mirror from the table. Painted across her forehead was various burgundy dahlias. The intricate and delicate designs were vivid, simple yet evocative. The message behind it was loud and clear, bringing a soft smile on her lips. Julie wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him into a hug. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around her too, enjoying her warmth and the moment.

What felt like hours of pure bliss turned out to be a few minutes once they parted. They spent the rest of the evening adding to their face paintings, turning each other into living canvases. Sometimes getting into silly spats and smearing each other with paint. Julie's red dress had splats of yellow, pink, blue, and pink. While her face ended up with a garden of flowers blooming across her cheeks and forehead. Wally's outfit had some splotches of red, green, purple, and black. He sported a menagerie of doodles of hearts, apples, smiley faces, and cat whiskers. As the stars emerged and the sidewalk lights turn on, they sat back to admire their work and each other.

The face paints were more than just colors on their skin; they were expressions of their love and trust for each other.

Julie leaned her head on Wally's shoulder. "We should do this more often," she murmured.

"Of course Blossom," He agreed, his voice soft as he leans his head on hers, being mindful of the horns on her head. "It's a reminder of how much fun we can have together." Wally glanced at the pictures they took of each painting they did on each other's faces. Some individually, others together and doing silly poses.

In that moment, surrounded by their colorful creations and the serene night, they felt a deep connection, their love painted in every stroke and line on their face.